Marvel Comic Suitcase Novels & Stories

Zachary wasn't loud, but his voice was imperious. I kept my fingers clenched on the pull handle. "They're my personal belongings. We've signed a contract, Zachary." Zachary sneered. "Getting too much into the broke, divorced wife character that you're stealing sewing supplies?" He tilted his head, and a pair of bodyguards shoved me away unceremoniously. My suitcase was snatched from me and placed on the glass-covered steps. A bodyguard pried open the suitcase's lock with his metal bar, and the zip was yanked down. My top-secret sketch slipped out and scattered everywhere.

When I got hold of him, the little twerp would smell my armpits. "Boys get in here!" I heard my father exclaim, "Ah nuts." Marvel was groaning in pain from the tumble he had taken; it was unfortunate because Marvel was a hefty guy and I was as thin as a french fry. As I get up, I notice Maddox and Marc running inside the Gold Pack; they were already dead when I found them. Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver.

Chapter 5 Elara’s Pov The second suitcase wouldn't close. I was kneeling on it, one knee digging into the cheap fabric, when the door opened. Avery stood in the doorway. With two warriors behind her. Behind them, Doctor Vance stood, with that cracked leather bag I'd seen a hundred times. The bag that had taken blood from every pregnant woman in this pack for thirty years. My knee slipped off the suitcase. I caught myself on the dresser. “Going somewhere?” she asked, eyes flicking to the luggage.

Marcus said as he raised the suitcase he was holding. “It was more dangerous than we thought,” Steve replied and put down the newspaper. “Well, colour me shocked that you are just knowing that now,” Marcus muttered. “I mean they set infected werewolves on us,” the beta added with a hint of sarcasm. Emma sat beside him and Marcus joined them. He placed the suitcase on the table between them and opened it. Emma recognised the small black cans that the now deceased Saber had given them. There were twelve of them stacked in the box. “These were surprisingly very expensive,” Marcus said as he pushed the box towards the two werewolves.

He just couldn't see it! "Since you believe in her so much, let's just get a divorce!" I bellowed. "The papers are on your desk—just sign them and get it over with!" Seeing that I was about to turn and leave, he rushed up to grab me before he knew it, but he wasn't controlling his own strength and ended up tearing open my suitcase. Everything inside fell out… but it was just a couple of worn clothes, academic certificates, and a black urn. Luca froze seeing all of that and dropped to a crouch, staring at the black urn. "What's this?"

Seeing what the black spot was, Ethan Brooks was overjoyed! Surprisingly, it's a suitcase! Ethan Brooks took it in his arms, the suitcase was water-proof or it might have sunk, Ethan Brooks swam back easily by its buoyancy. The mute girl was also instantly overjoyed to see the suitcase. It's a black suitcase, not very fancy, but with a decent capacity. Ethan Brooks and the mute girl couldn't close their mouths around the suitcase, it was almost like they were facing a treasure. "By the way, you found out that I'm swimming, and this should be considered a collaboration, so how do we split it up?"

"Well, we'll see. That contraption came equipped with a pair of nice hunting knives, a machete, two shotguns, a compound bow with twelve arrows, and extra ammunition. We should be able to return to Fort Hamilton without mishap and any issues." Suddenly, I began to think about the owner of this. Is it possible he merely left his suitcase there? I'm curious if he gets bitten or if he simply catches something and leaves it for a while. But if it's the latter, I'd feel sorry for myself. He won't be able to shield himself from the terrible since he won't have anything with him. But, if that's the case, he should've carried his suitcase with him instead of leaving it behind. I glanced at Justine.

A healer followed him in as a guide. Inside, the suitcase contained a vast space for storage. The shelves were lined up according to the type of classification of goods. Inside was also an artificial pond that holds the Dragon Potion. Even inside, another room led to many simple bedrooms and workspaces. There was a training ground outside to practice. The world in the suitcase was like a small dimension separated from the outside world. In fact, many medicinal plants and super seed foodstuffs grew well there. There was a spring that flows, as well as livestock for milk and eggs. Fish ponds for food were also available. "Wow, I'm speechless. This is bloody awesome,” said Al and Keefe looking

"That one was full." She stopped walking. He stopped too, the suitcases bumping into his legs. "Vance. What did you buy?" He looked at the red suitcase. Then at her. "Maya's shell. Her purple fish." "That is two items." He shifted his weight. "I may have added a few things." "A few?"

It had solar panels on the shoulders, a water filtration tube near the mouth, and countless pouches. "Behold!" Ben announced, his voice muffled by the helmet. "The 'Survivor MK-IV'! I bought it on the Dark Web with the credit card I stole from Valerius's office before we left! It has climate control, mosquito repellers, and a built-in espresso machine!" "Ben," Jack rubbed his temples. "We are going into a magnetic dead zone. That suit is electronic." "It has a manual override!" Ben insisted, tapping the chest piece. "Plus, it’s bite-proof! I am not getting eaten by a cannibal!"